Hit Bout It Songtext

von Lil Yachty, Kodak Black

Yeah, yeah, go
Woke up, feelin' shiesty
I'm on a, uh
Yeah, uh-huh
(Who the hell is-)

Woke up, feelin' shiesty, give me that pussy nicely
Hundred thousand on an ice piece, finna fuck a Pisces
50 hoes wanna be wifey, that's just too unlikely
Pull up, six deep just like the Isleys, pick your next move wisely
They say talk is cheap, but fuck that, my convo pricy
200 racks inside that shoebox, bitch, it ain't no Nikes
She think I'm finna trick, I told her, "Don't get too excited"
Nigga, touch one hair on top of my head, them boys incitin' riots

I fuck her from the back and grip her neck, she can't keep quiet
This big, bad hood, you said you from lookin' mighty quiet
I only eat my main bitch pussy, I'm on a strict diet
My shooter lookin' like a center, homie 6'5"
Could kill me once, could even kill me twice, shit, I got six lives
I'm thinkin' movin' to Africa to marry six wives
I'm in New York, we stay with several pole and seven big knives
Might take his life for tellin' several lies, can't let shit fly

'Cause if we do, he'll tell the next guy, and then it's all bad
Who said he could come around this side without a hall pass?
I used to tweak, pourin' fours and Wock' inside a wine glass
These niggas burned, tryna pop Xans for a bypass (who the hell is-)
I see you niggas every single time like an eyelash
This bitch said she like athletes, so I walked in with them thigh pads
I'm paranoid, I can't hang out for long, bitch, I'm a nomad
Christmas came around, and I had bought all steppers doormats

Inside the whip, the seats are bright orange like the Lorax
I'm built tough, was made to be outside just like Gore-Tex
I should make a song about Ferraris, I don't do 'Vettes
My brother need a new tech, my mama want a new bag
This niggas flip-flop every week, they in a new set
I know these niggas hate me 'cause I run around like a nuisance
Too fly, over niggas heads like an air vent
Where I'm from, it's one way in and out just like a camp tent

Put a convertible on the block, it look like a Lamborghini
Put a convertible on the Glock, it look like a Lamborghini
I just told lil' baby to bop before my girl see me (who the hell is-)
Spend that lil' stack, get niggas whacked, you better not look for pinky
In and out the trap that's where I stay, but I ain't one sleepin'

I'm totin' an SK for no reason, all my opps are dead
I got rubies on my teeth and plus my molly is red
I'ma drop his ass soon as I see him, it ain't no discussion
Told her it ain't nothin' to get her a bust down if that pussy bussin'
All of a sudden, bitches love me 'cause I'm gettin' money
I'ma punish any nigga decide to stand in front of me
I was spreadin' bands before it was a trend from the ugly
Always got revenge, if I ain't get my man, I got his cousin

They know I made my woodwork, hop out with an Oak
Haters poppin' out the woodwork, but they wanna prope
I'm talkin' straight gas nigga, I want all the smoke
I just told Lil Yachty to scoot over, let me drive the boat
AR with the scope 'cause the Cartier's nearsighted
You got a nigga yoke, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it

We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it
Hittin' the missionary she start yellin', tell her, "Be quiet"
I'm with Lil Yachty, we got twin 'Raris
We don't fuck with niggas, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it (who the hell is-)
We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it
I ain't passin' my reefer, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it
We could hit 'bout it, yeah, we could hit 'bout it
I ain't doin' no features, you don't like it, we could hit 'bout it